In Youth And Beauty, Wisdom Is But

But He Whose Inborn Worth His Acts Commend, Of Gentle Soul, To Human Race A Friend.

All Strangers And Beggars Are From Zeus, And A Gift, Though Small, Is Precious.

Generations Of Men Are Like The Leaves. In Winter, Winds Blow Them Down To Earth, But Then, When Spring Season Comes Again, The Budding Wood Grows More. And So With Men: One Generation Grows, Another Dies Away.

Money Can Be Exchanged For Goods And Services!

Here, Therefore, Huge And Mighty Warrior Though You Be, Here Shall You Die.